Yu Siqiao had already inquired, but at this time, he was just deliberately teasing her, and when he heard her personal refusal, he pecked her lightly with grievance and chagrin, "This is too long!" ”

Mo Shu was a little itchy by his warm breath, shrunk his neck, and pressed him down with a smile, "Sleep obediently." ”

What else can Yu Siqiao do besides sleeping obediently?

Holding her around the bad, Yu Siqiao closed her eyes.

The husband and wife slept until dawn, and before dawn the next day, Mo Shu was woken up by milk.

Carefully got up and touched the baby's small room.

The confinement lady who took care of the baby saw Mo coming, smiled and greeted a few words, and handed the baby over.

The little thing is very greedy for milk, and as soon as it catches the breast milk, it takes a big gulp and sucks it.

Mo Shu couldn't hold the corners of his lips while holding the baby in his arms, and suddenly something flashed in front of him.

Mo Shu thought he had misunderstood, but when he looked up, he saw that something was indeed shining in one of the cribs.

Mo Shu blinked, and the light seemed to appear suddenly, extremely faint.

The brother in the crib was still sleeping, but at this time, he seemed to have seen this strange light, shaking his little hands and feet, babbling and shouting.

Mo Shu turned his head to look, the moon lady was still busy, and when she noticed Mo Shu's gaze, she turned around and smiled.

Obviously, she didn't see the white light.

The little sugar pot lay on the bed babbling and stretched out his hand towards the circle of light that was visibly getting brighter and brighter.

Mo Shu felt a sense of crisis in his heart, and said, "What! ”

The confinement lady turned around and said, "What's wrong?" ”

Scumbag said: [She can't see it. 】

The foreboding in Mo Shu's heart became heavier and heavier, and she stepped forward with the baby still nursing in her arms and moved the small bed under the light.

The ghost thing is that wherever the cot goes, the light follows it.

But the little sugar pot still seemed to be very happy, babbling and giggling.

[Don't shake it,] A clear and lazy voice sounded in my head, [The deity won't hurt him, but you, don't shake the child.] 】

This voice, how familiar Mo Shu is!

Isn't that the God of Creation!

As if to confirm Mo Shu's guess, the white light suddenly stretched out a hand.

The baby in the cot was even more excited, screaming and laughing, and the little hands came towards him to greet him.

The clear and magnetic voice in his mind immediately came out with happy laughter, and in the next moment, the white light turned into a human form, extremely faint and transparent, like a layer of mist, as long as he blew, he could be scattered.

A sense of crisis suddenly rose in Mo Shu's heart, "What do you want to do?" ”

Mo Shu deliberately lowered her voice, and the confinement lady who was busy thought she was talking to the baby and ignored it.

The Creator Statue didn't hear her voice, but kept looking at the baby on the cot, stretched out his hand, and the baby happened to grab his fingers, "Woo~"

The baby has a small mouth open, saliva is about to run down, and he is about to send it to his hand when he grabs it.

Mo Shu immediately stepped forward to slap his hand away.

However, her palm passed through his body with ease, as if through a cloud of air.

The face of the creator god was very blurry, and even if he was so close, Mo Shu still felt as if he had been separated by a layer of mist.

Yet you can feel his gaze.

Deep, but sad.